Lolo woke up this morning with the heave's and the ho's...such a fantastic way to wake up. I usually like to wake up to a new and glorious morning with a positive outlook on life. Not today. To make things worse, I am not feeling too hot and I need to get my rear end out on some cross training adventures. My half marathon is in 2 weeks! AAAAUUUURRRRGGGHH!
Back to Lolo, poor kid is just lying around and mopey (sp?). She's hungry, but not hungry; she's tired but not tired. Poor Diva is BORED.TO.DEATH. My mom is coming to get her and take her out on a Grandma date, but Diva is too impatient. I wonder where she gets that from, hmmmmm.....
Trevor took Sporty backpacking in the mountains with my brother and his kid for a night, so I had originally planned to have a girls night, but it's amazing how life changes in a blink of an eye. Luckily my blink just brought a stomach bug and nothing more serious. I am truly blessed.
As I finished writing this, I looked down to see my precious Lolo sleeping on the ground. Poor kid. Love you!